Those contracts signed with the travel agency were indeed fake, and they were forged by Song Zhichao, the three of them, Chicken Jing and Curly.

I have to say that these three guys are really a waste of time as young and dandy guys. If they were in the era when fake documents were popular, they would definitely be "fighters" in the counterfeiting industry.

Song Zhichao liked to do whatever he wanted in his previous life, and this was even more so in this life. But that was exactly what he said, which was to save some face for the poor Young Master Fu.

However, Song Zhichao knew better that He Chaoqiong was not an ordinary woman. She was caught off guard by her own fake contract this time, but she would take action soon.

As for what she will do next, Song Zhichao is looking forward to it.

...

Lisboa Casino, conference room-

He Chaoqiong was wearing a women's suit, holding his arms, looking down at the floor-to-ceiling window, and watching Song Zhichao and Fu Jiajun leave the casino with his own eyes. Then he turned around and said to Manager Deng, the person in charge of the casino waiting beside him: "Let him come in!"

Manager Deng nodded and said, "Yes!" Go out.

Soon, the door of the conference room was pushed open, and Manager Deng led a person in.

The man was unruly, and there was a man who looked like a bodyguard behind him. When he saw He Chaoqiong, he just smiled, and then said, "Aqiong, you are acting well. You can play Master Fu in a row!"

He Chaoqiong looked at the other party coldly, "Mr. Cha, I never fool you or lie. I am in business. I will cooperate with whoever is beneficial to me!"

"Oh, is that?" Cha Shao Cha Yongxiao sat on the sofa and looked at He Chaoqiong with his eyes squinted: "Who is the most beneficial to you in our Cha family and their Fu family?"

He Chaoqiong sat down opposite Cha Yongxiao, "What do you think?"

"Haha, Ah Qiong is really good at playing puzzles. I don't know--" he spread his hands, looking like he was asking for advice.

He Chaoqiong smiled, reached out and pushed the cup of coffee on the table to him and said, "Drink coffee first."

Cha Yongxiao looked at the coffee, then looked at He Chaoqiong: "His one is coffee, mine is also coffee. Ah Qiong, you are really treating everyone equally."

"To be honest," He Chaoqiong teased his hair with his hands, and his beautiful eyes flashed. "You Cha family is a little better than the Fu family, especially now that the Fu family is setting, your Cha family is at its peak, but... they have a good sister who married the young talent of the Lin family - do you think you can compare with Lin Jiahao?"

Cha Yongxiao smiled, "Don't use Lin Jiahao to suppress me. Since I dared to come to Macau this time, I didn't take their Fu family and the Lin family that married them seriously - tell you that this time, Cha Yongxiao not only wants to open our catering chain store all over Haojiang, but also eat up the big hotels of their Fu family!"

He Chaoqiong chuckled, "Should I say you are full of confidence, or should you say you are arrogant?"

"Do you think it's impossible?" Cha Yongxiao looked down on He Chaoqiong, "If your He family is willing to help me, then all this is possible!"

"So you are trying to attack our He family - our He family and the Fu family are good friends."

"What good friend! Your dad, the gambling king, drove Fu Laorong off the throne of the gambling king, and then sat on it? Speaking of which, you are mortal enemies!"

"Is it impossible to turn enemies into friends?"

"You go and cheat the children!" Cha Yongxiao sneered, "Where is this place? It's Macau! What's the most? It's a casino! When doing business in Macau, where can we talk about friendship? Either you eat me or I eat you. Everyone secretly grind their teeth and then bite them unexpectedly - now the Fu family is at the weakest time. Fu Yunheng made a big mistake and let Fu Jiajun, a fool, come here to negotiate. It's our chance to join forces to swallow the Fu family!"

"Your heart is sinister."

"Haha, your father's heart is even more dangerous than mine."

"What's the meaning?"

"It means that he doesn't meet Fu Jiajun in person, but letting you come forward, that means everything."

He Chaoqiong stared at Cha Yongxiao coldly.

Cha Yongxiao stared at her without any concession.

After a moment, He Chaoqiong laughed and said, "Whether you and I can cooperate depends on whether Mr. Fu can come here to negotiate normally tomorrow."

Cha Yongxiao leaned on the sofa, spread his arms and put them on the sofa, his eyes ecstatic: "Don't worry, I'm just afraid he won't come!"—

Bad tone.

...

At eight o'clock that night,

Macau, Qingpingzhi Street—

As the most famous "snack street" in Macau, this street brings together many tourists and local guests to Macau.

Especially when the lights are on at night, the whole street is very lively. Everyone walks side by side on this path, enjoying the beautiful scenery of the night market and tasting the delicious food of the night market.

There are many customers, and the vendors who make various delicious foods are even more busy. Only shouts can be heard, the wok flew, the flames are flying, and the smoke is steaming.

As an expert who often comes to Macau to play, Fu Jiajun brought Song Zhichao here to taste local food.

According to Fu Jiajun's words, when you come to Macau, you must do three things: first, take a walk, second, take a gamble, and third, take a few bites!

This "few bites" can basically be achieved here, because no matter Macau's almond cakes, lard cakes, walnut cakes, chicken cakes, ginger sauce, rice rice dumplings, salty cuts, beef earrings, etc., you can all find them here.

In Song Zhichao's opinion, Fu Jiajun was either too hungry or a foodie, because along the way, Fu Ershao had been eating for almost an hour, and he was still muttering why he didn't sell "pig chop buns"?

According to Mr. Fu, pork chop buns can be called the representative of Macau cuisine. Their characteristics are the huge pork chop, which is fried golden, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, fresh and juicy. The bread is soft and buttery, and every bite is enjoyable.

Song Zhichao himself is very particular about food. Although he ridiculed Mr. Fu as a foodie, he was actually similar. Soon, the two of them found a stall selling "pig chop buns".

The stall was very simple, but it was just a shed with a few tables and chairs inside. It was already full of people.

The boss is a very thin middle-aged man wearing big trousers and exposed ribs. He has a towel on his shoulder and is frying pork chops in a frying pan. He is steaming, making him sweat a lot and wipe the towel from time to time.

The person in charge of greeting guests may be his wife, a very capable Macau woman with a silk squid common to Macau women tied on her head and was serving the guests.

Song Zhichao and Fu Jiajun waited for a long time before they left. They found a table, sat down, ordered pork chop buns, and waited for the food to be served.

Looking at the bustling street market, Fu Jiajun whispered to Song Zhichao, saying that most of the Macau streets were from their Fu family, and most of these stalls and businessmen had to pay taxes to their Fu family.

It is also said that their ancestor Fu Lao Rong has offended a rare person who is jealous of money, so he has been kidnapped.

Song Zhichao knew about this. In the 1940s, Fu Laorong was resting in the Puji Zen Temple in Macau. A group of gangs suddenly broke in and kidnapped him. The gangsters demanded a redemption of 9 million yuan. After a round of mediation by the Fu family, the kidnappers agreed to reduce the redemption to 500,000 yuan.

However, on the eve of the ransom, Fu Jiajun's father Fu Yunheng found out that his father was trapped and immediately called the police for help. Unexpectedly, the police had left the empty house when they hid, and the kidnappers were even more furious. They cut off Fu Laorong's right ear and insisted on a redemption of 9 million yuan. However, with the assistance of friends, the bandits finally compromised and agreed to a redemption of 500,000 yuan. After paying the ransom, Fu Laorong was released.

Fu Jiajun was blowing water, but he deliberately briefly simplified the matter of "half ear" of his ancestor, but only told Song Zhichao that because of that kidnapping, his ancestor would never go out alone again, and would no longer pray to gods and Buddhas, because he believed that his casino business was a detrimental thing, and even if he wanted gods and Buddhas, it would be useless. This is also the main reason why Fu Laorong and He Gambling King competed for casino hegemony in the future and ultimately failed. To be precise, Fu Laorong thought that gambling business was too evil, so it would be better to stay away from it.

"Your pork chops are here!" The woman who greeted the guests at the stall brought up the delicacies ordered by Song Zhichao and Fu Jiajun.

"Wow, it's delicious, it must look delicious!" Fu Jiajun rubbed his fists and was almost drooling.

Song Zhichao looked at the golden fried pork ribs and unique butter, and did not have a strong appetite.

Just as the two of them were about to deal with the pork chop buns, a car suddenly roared, and then a red car rushed towards him like crazy like an end of the snack street.

A disaster came from the sky, and the diners who were traveling fled, screaming, crying for help, and the roar of cars, gathered together, deafening.

Song Zhichao and Fu Jiajun were also shocked, not understanding how a madman suddenly appeared in this good place.

Then I saw the car roaring and rushing around, knocking over several stalls in succession, and smashing the simple sheds, tables, chairs, and benches to pieces.

Finally, the car swirled, turned the front of the car, and aimed at Song Zhichao and Fu Jiajun. The car buzzed like a roaring beast—

Buzzing!

Buzzing!

White smoke emerged from the wheels rubbed against the ground.

The smell of charred rubber spreads in the air.

A long buzzing sound!
Chapter completed!